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So,
asthmattic says I should start writing in my journal again which I have no idea why because 1. I have nothing to say 2. No one reads it but him and maybe a couple of other people. So to appease him I'm writing in it.
They're filming some movie here with Kevin Bacon in it. I have no idea why anyone would want to shoot a movie in this shit hole of a town but they are. Apparently it's cheaper and that's a reason I could definitely buy. I adore Kevin Bacon. Footloose, Flatliners, Tremors, Mystic Rivert, Sleepers, etc. He's so freaking awesome and seems like a pretty nice guy. He was at a private party at a restaurant called The Blue Marlin and some how got invited to my co-worker's band's cd release party. Kevin Bacon is famous and doesn't need to go to some local cd release party but he actually showed up which I think is awesome. I of course wasn't there because I have the worst luck in the world and was on a date from hell (more on that later). What I find even cooler is that Kevin Bacon actually bought a cd of theirs. Well, I got a call from my mother and she said that they were filming a street down from where I worked and she saw him. I geeked out obviously and thought....if I ran down there and started singing Footloose would he dance with me? There would be two ways this could go. 1. I could get man handled by security and thrown in jail. 2. He could be the super cool dude I think he is and dance with me. Pictures of Kevin at the Art Bar where my co-worker's release party.....
*Update* I just drove down there on my way to lunch. Everything was blocked off but go see the movie when it comes out and for every street scene in the movie look in the background...you might see me waving my hands frantically and cussing out the bitch that was driving in front of me.
Ok, now discussing the date I went on two weekends ago. It was with a guy from work and he asked me out and I thought what the hell. I didn't think anything was there but dammit it was better than staying home on a Saturday night which I'd been doing that for years now. He picks me up and things are all well and good, he's not late, I grab my purse and put on my shoes and I spot it. His t-shirt. It was the Kellogg's mascot, that bird. It looked like a t-shirt that he sent in proof of purchases to buy. Granted I had on jeans but at least I attempted to look nice with a nice shirt. I gave him the beneift of the doubt. I finish doing whatever I'm doing and we leave. He unlocks his car with his car alarm and completely bypasses my door and walks over to his door and gets in. Again I blow it off thinking maybe he just wasn't thinking to open my door. We get in and he starts driving. Not five minutes into our car ride he starts talking about the fricking cold sore on his mouth. Fucking ew. I realize we all get them but don't make i the topic of conversation, especially on a first date. Cold sore aside I'm still giving benefit of the doubt after benefit of the doubt. The conversation is lacking and I'm having to work my ass off to ensure we don't sit there in silence. We get to the restaurant and things are ok. We get a beer and wait for our table. We only had to wait a few minutes and then we got called back and sat down and again tried to talk to one another. Still lacking a decent conversation. Finally the food comes and we don't have to talk as much so that was a load off my mind. Halfway through the dinner he turns and asks me, "If I pay for dinner will you pay for the movie?" I was stunned. You could have slapped me in the face and I wouldn't have been more stunned. As I thought about it afterwards what I should have said was, "No, that's ok. I'll just pay for my dinner and then you can take me home." Instead, I sat there with a deer in the headlights look and said "sure". Who the fuck does that?! He actually called and left me a message on my cell phone the following day telling me he had a great time. WHAT?! HOW?! He keeps coming up to my office and just sits here as I try to find something to say. He's asked me to do something twice and each time I've come up with an excuse. I think if he tries one more time I'm going to have to tell him what's up.
Lately I've been thinking about visiting New York. I have a couple of friends that live there and one of them that I've asked said I was more than welcome to stay with him. I'm thinking about taking my spring break in the spring and go to New York to visit. The older I get the more I think I'm destined for a place like that. The southern niceities are just getting old. My mom was telling me how she was sitting in the doctor's office and someone kept talking to her and was striking up conversation with her and I thought to myself, "Don't do that. Don't talk to me in a doctor's office. You're supposed to go in there, grab a magazine, stare at other people and judge them, and wait to get called back. You don't talk to people." It's the rule. Why do we have to talk to everyone, why do we have to smile at everyone, why this, why that? I'm thinking a big city is much more my speed and New York is absolutely beautiful. So, yeah, that's what I'm thinking. New York, here I come.
Life seems so chaotic lately. Granted working full time, going to school four days a week, and attempting to be a good mother can be very trying, but it's more than that. It just seems everything is coming up and I'm not ready for it. The fair will be here in a couple of weeks, hockey season starts in a few weeks, some bands I want to see will be here in the coming month, Kevin Bacon stalking, Carson's birthday, five hundred birthdays in November, Christmas. That doesn't seem like much but there's more I promise. I just can't think of it right now. I'm so afraid that stupid (Carson's "father") and I will be fighting again this year about Carson and where she'll be spending Christmas Eve. Every year for some reason he thinks I've told him that he can have her the previous year on Christmas Eve to where she wakes up with him and his parents on Christmas Day. Why the fuck would I agree to something like that? When it comes to holidays there are two I don't compromise with and they are Easter and Christmas. All the traditions I had growing up I've passed down to Carson and I do them with her now and have been for the past three years. Why would I agree to give her up? He barely sees her throughout the year. It's me who does everything, takes her to and from school every day, takes care of her when she's sick, takes her to go do things, etc.....why should he get her on a holiday? If anything, those should be the days that I get to enjoy with her because I do all the hard work. Just thinking about it is making me so bad I could freak out on him. I try to be as accomodating to him and his family. I let him come over whenever he wants and I'm always emailing them reminding them they can see her whenever they want. It's the end of September and I can count on one hand how many times they've seen her this year. They only live an hour away whereas my family in Charleston an hour and a half away come up almost every other weekend to see Carson. I have to stop talking about this now.
Today will be a good day if and only if I can see Kevin Bacon, I get a good grade on my sociology test, I can catch Inked on tv at ten, and I get the two necklaces that I ordered in the mail today. (pictures of my pimp necklaces)
Both necklaces came from... http://www.formulaexo.com/index.php?main_page=index&zenid=a4aa7c5f3959dad325524d68afe1cd93
So, there. Things going on in my head or at least little things that have been happening to me. I hope you're happy
asthmattic.